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Violet, Me, Them & One Heart
© WRiTER oN THe MoON
Glass bottles come to me with messages inside. They did not die! And they happily tell me that out of prudence they chose to keep quiet and not say what they saw. Secretly, they share their feelings: Every night they dream of her, just like me! And they are intrigued to know what word she gave me to plant.
I have sent them this drawing because I am... an artist!
*Heart in Spanish
The word has sprung this very morning! I couldn't help it. Seeing the bud rise from the waterbed made all the tears inside of me fall. She gave me the most beautiful word a human being can plant.
It is for them.
And it belongs to them.
It makes this time trip worthwhile.
Boy, it really does!